Mischevious Meetings

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Aahhh Shadowhue forest. She had been many-a-time and each time was just as calming for her and her brethren as the last. Avoiding the areas where the savage, brutal pokemon had set their homes deep within the undergrowth, preying on unfortunate-enough explorers and adventurers to wander within to attack and steal from, it was rather serene. The gentle light protruding from between the leaves up above, casting its reflective light onto the dirt-ridden leafy floor below, the lights constantly dancing and shimmering with each sway of a branch in the slight breeze. The towering trees which rose up from within the earth itself, and there were many, providing a lovely shelter against the possibility of nasty, unfortunate weather such as rain, hail, possibly snow. Night was just settling in and the dancing sunlight was coming to a close, in replacement with the glorious moon to cast its own shimmering moonlight upon the forest.

As darkness wove its black blanket around the trees and the sky, bright emerald eyes calmly wavered through the forest. Said eyes belonged to a spiritomb, a pokemon which was, in fact, a collection of one-hundred and eight spirits lodged and forced together for their terrible crimes and misdeeds upon the land, locked and bound to a mysterious, odd keystone which its purple, ethereal body was attached to. Upon that misty purple body was a jagged green grin, matching to those green, swirling eyes, and how that sly curl of the metaphorical lips hardly ever wavered from her face. For she moved with great confidence through the dirt path, turning her (assumed) head to and fro every now and again to ensure no-one was, in fact, following her or preparing to attack.

"Hmph, veery weell. But thiss doees noot meean thiss meeting is oover, oh noooooo. I do quite enjooy thiss little coonversaation, Illiaad~" Ko cooed, a light purr in her many hundred tones as a wisp of her body flicked and faded into the air, as if signalling some sort of submissive hand wave to guide her sentence to a halt. She bristly (and dramatically!) turned from her little acquaintance with that constant smirk, emerald eyes examining the area as she continued to speak. Honestly, that was to be expected from this little ghost who never really shut up; "Yoou aare an... iiinteresting individual. Yoou intriiigue meee." And she most dearly hoped that she would be able to, say, steal that ability of hers in the future.

((Sorry for the delay! Illness is a terrible thing :c ))

Mirage was flattered by the compliment of being interesting, but she was growing rather bored ever so slowly. The spiritomb may have been mysterious, but trying to solve a seemingly unsolvable enigma was like trying to pet a Slugma, it was impossible without being harmed. The zorua still remained in her position and huffed, "What do you find so intriguing about me? Is it because I am an outlaw and yet I have not attacked you? That is simply because you have nothing of my interest, or is it something else that's on your mind?"

(It's fine ^^ I'm becoming a bit slow at posting lately myself and when I DO manage to post it comes out short...sorry about this small post |D)